Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking. The remaining snow is poor and the tears are empty.
The birds are connected to the branches, and the ash trees are nesting in the hills.
December 21, the fifteenth year of Hongzhi's reign, is the winter solstice.
The snow particles in the twelfth lunar month are like broken porcelain pieces, with wind blades, the lacquered railings are carved with wooden textures, and the layers of white snow covered with red bricks melt into strings of water, falling along the rolled up eaves to the corner of the palace, stacking up a row of steep peaks - the snow in the palace fell all night, I slumped on the broken wall, watching the north wind blowing away the dead leaves, the clouds and water freezing together, and dying of the snow of that winter solstice.
The charcoal basin exploded and sparks exploded, and a throbbing pain suddenly came from the empty sleeve. The bronze mirror reflected the gray color of my eyebrows. The wind wrapped the letter paper and floated into the mouth of the basin, scattering fly ash. The snow rustled against the window paper. I suddenly returned to the late winter of that year. My shoes stepped on the snow, making a tiny whimper. I didn't know it at that time, but the foreshadowing of weeping blood had long been buried under the evergreen elm trees at the entrance of the palace.
"You can hate me and blame me, but what's wrong with having a baby in the womb? He died because of this before he even opened his eyes to see the world for a day. You just said that this was the arrangement of heaven, so I have to believe you. Do you accept your fate like this? You have been with me for more than nine years in the deep palace of silence. You don't know how I treat you, but now you have become the dog of that day. , I killed Xiaoer, you are his adoptive mother! How much respect will I have in the future! I trust you, so you tolerate me again and again, why on earth are you pointing the knife at me! I have always treated you as my own, do you have to do this..." I swallowed my breath, climbed up from the bed, and pushed her away. "Wen Yin, the relationship between our master and servant is over, you can leave." The black shadow stopped in the night, and the smell of alcohol filled the inner room. The black shadow walked outward, its outline melting into the long night, and everything was silent.
Intention: Continuous self-improvement